The Long Trail

Itwasintheair. WhiteFangsensedthecomingcalamity,evenbeforetherewastangibleevidenceofit. Invaguewaysitwasborneinuponhimthatachangewasimpending. Heknewnothownorwhy,yethegothisfeeloftheoncomingeventfromthegodsthemselves. Inwayssubtlerthantheyknew,theybetrayedtheirintentionstothewolf-dogthathauntedthecabin-stoop,andthat,thoughhenevercameinsidethecabin,knewwhatwentoninsidetheirbrains. 

"Listentothat,willyou!"thedug-musherexclaimedatsupperonenight. 

WeedonScottlistened. Throughthedoorcamealow,anxiouswhine,likeasobbingunderthebreaththathadjustgrownaudible. Thencamethelongsniff,asWhiteFangreassuredhimselfthathisgodwasstillinsideandhadnotyettakenhimselfoffinmysteriousandsolitaryflight. 

"Idobelievethatwolf’sontoyou,"thedog-mushersaid. 

WeedonScottlookedacrossathiscompanionwitheyesthatalmostpleaded,thoughthiswasgiventheliebyhiswords. 

"WhatthedevilcanIdowithawolfinCalifornia?"hedemanded. 

"That’swhatIsay,"Mattanswered. "WhatthedevilcanyoudowithawolfinCalifornia?" 

ButthisdidnotsatisfyWeedonScott. Theotherseemedtobejudginghiminanon-committalsortofway. 

"Whiteman’sdogswouldhavenoshowagainsthim,"Scottwenton. "He’dkillthemonsight. Ifhedidn’tbankruptmewithdamagedsuits,theauthoritieswouldtakehimawayfrommeandelectrocutehim." 

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